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So, I've been participating in the Flash Fic Fridays over on Tehlomonadestand and thought it would be fun to share them on my profile, too. They're typically 100-300 word scenes written from either a word or visual prompt. And I also thought this could be a fun place to post snippets and scenes that I come up with when I'm jotting down an idea that doesn't really go anywhere. I have a few of those kinds of scenes stashed away. ;) And if there's enough interest in any of these little, bite-sized scenes, who knows ... they just might turn into a full-fledged fic one day.

These won't always get a once-over from the lovely jayhawkbb, if she even gets to see them at all before I post them. Lol. So, please remember, all mistakes are mine. This is absolutely just for fun.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. No copyright infringement intended.

Flash Fic 3/27/20

Prompt: "He can't know about us."

I wipe my forehead against my shoulder. The heat of the afternoon has filled the kitchen, and beads of sweat roll down the small of my back. The tension in my shoulders only adds to my discomfort, but there's nothing to be done about it now. The way we left things earlier is on repeat in my mind.

The screen door snaps shut, and the stretch of silence that follows is almost deafening.

"You shouldn't be in here, Mr. Cullen." I focus on my hands as they knead the dough on the workbench, the frustration I've felt all day manifesting itself in baked goods that line the counter.

"And you shouldn't have run off like that, Mrs. Black." His tone is accusing, his voice deep.

My hands still. "If he finds you in here he'll—"

"He'll what? I ain't afraid of your husband." Heavy footsteps near, and my skin prickles as his warm breath wafts over my neck. "Let him find me in here," he whispers as he gathers the fabric of my skirt in his hand. "Let him find me in your bed. The same bed I slept in when he went to the city." He nips at my ear. "Let him find out, Bella."

His hand finds its way between my things, teasing me like he always does.

I close my eyes and my head falls back against his chest. "He can't know about us."

"And what happens when this one comes along?" he asks as his other hand splays out over the little one growing in my belly. "You gonna keep me from my own son?"

I shake my head. "No," I whisper.

He grasps my chin and tilts my head, his lips crashing against mine.